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I breathe in the smell of you, And lose sense of place and time. A drug that sold me into rehabilitation. I know you're not what I need, And you're not what I want. A square peg for a rounded hole, You don't fit my new form. I wish you did. I wish you would. Intoxicated by the aroma of the past, Incensed in innocence, We both thought we needed to save each other. Or were we just hallucinating? Were we getting high on the fumes, From our little hearts smoldering? Or did it not hurt you, When the flames began to spread? I'm sick because I love that smell, A smell that can **** And I wanted it to. Breathe in, Forget the tears that put it out. Breathe out, Remember her glow in the light. Breathe in, Forget your new identity Breath out, Remember her touch in the dark. I breathe in the smell of you, And lose sense of me and mine. My drug that opens all the wrong doors, And shuts all the right ones. So I'll take another drag if you want me to, And you can watch how I writhe. I don't mind being on fire, Just go to hell with me.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
cigarette
I breathe in the smell of you, And lose sense of place and time. A drug that sold me into rehabilitation. I know you're not what I need, And you're not what I want. A square peg for a rounded hole, You don't fit my new form. I wish you did. I wish you would. Intoxicated by the aroma of the past, Incensed in innocence, We both thought we needed to save each other. Or were we just hallucinating? Were we getting high on the fumes, From our little hearts smoldering? Or did it not hurt you, When the flames began to spread? I'm sick because I love that smell, A smell that can **** And I wanted it to. Breathe in, Forget the tears that put it out. Breathe out, Remember her glow in the light. Breathe in, Forget your new identity Breath out, Remember her touch in the dark. I breathe in the smell of you, And lose sense of me and mine. My drug that opens all the wrong doors, And shuts all the right ones. So I'll take another drag if you want me to, And you can watch how I writhe. I don't mind being on fire, Just go to hell with me.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
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